Twenty-Seven
I pull several books off the plant-laden shelves in Gaius’s study, but none of them mention Kagan City. There are hundreds of books in here, though, so I probably just haven’t found the right one. After stepping around a small, wheeled contraption that glides in random patterns across the study floor while stabbing the air with a hairpin, I head out to the lakeside house and then to Creepy Hollow forest.
I come out of the faerie paths a short distance from Raven and Flint’s tree. I don’t want to arrive directly outside it in case someone from the Guild happens to be watching their house. I also want to spend a few minutes out in the open with the endless forest stretching for miles in every direction. I miss it. I miss breathing in fresh air, watching glow-bugs come out as d
